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La Cave du Vin is one of the few real honest good things Cleveland has to offer, and if you’re ever in the neighborhood and capable of appreciating good beer and/or wine, you should stop by Coventry village and try it out.

The first time is always weird, because you have to look up where it is or be escorted there by somebody else, and you see the sign and walk in and go down the steps and…there is nothing there. You look around and there is a utility closet or something that seems to have a La Cave du Vin flyer on the door. Is this it? You cautiously open the door, and inside there is this otherspace. Christmas lights strung about light up the wine bottles and it seems like there’s not too many people there because the place doesn’t really heat up until around 11. There is some psychadelic electronica trance or indie rock playing in the background. You sit at the bar and a guy in tattoos or with an enormous beard or somebody comes up and asks you what you’d like.

… You have no idea. I mean, what the hell is this place. Well, what’s on tap anyway? They run through it and you ask for something, or aren’t sure, and they’re like, well, what kind of thing do you like. I like guiness I guess. Okay, try this. And you do. And it’s good. Because this place is SO pretentious that rather than scorn they have PRIDE; and they will find something for you. List of adjectives? We’ll see what we’ve got. Oh you like that? Want to buy the last bottle I’ve got? You won’t find this anywhere else in the midwest. Only here, because I like it and happen to have imported a few bottles.